Messenger of Dionysos · Mused by Apollo

In ancient times, Satyr was the horned and horny messenger of Eleusinian forest god Dionysos. He mesmerized the youth of nearby villages with the musical magic of his flute and made them dance till broad daylight. In our common present, the spirit of Satyr inhabits the body of a human boy. Searching for a new way to spread the vibe of the forest, Satyr switched to SL and CDJ instruments, which fit the job quite nicely.

ºThe Art of Peace - 四The Art of Peace is medicine for a sick world. There is evil and disorder in the world because people have forgotten that all things emanate from one source. Return to that source and leave behind all self-centered thoughts, petty desires, and anger. Those who are possessed by nothing possess everything.- Ueshiba Morihei,O Sensei, Tsunemori,from The Art Of Peaceby John StevensShambhala1992
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ºkokorodokafull heart, empty handwelcome all coming your wayjoin as one insideaikihaikaiBarbarossa Satyrdoka - peotic transcendencekokoro - core, heart, mind, spiritkokorodo - way of the heart, mind, spiritkokorodoka - peotic transcendence of the mind
º_o_ domo arigato gozaimashita _o_

The Non-Weekly Goosebumper - 2016.02.26ºtodayInfected MushroomIntelligate ººThis is a unique time in our history, in the history of any civilization. It's the moment of the acquisition of technology, that's the moment when contact becomes possible.ºWanna hear something really nutty? I heard of a couple of guys that want to build something called an airplane. You know, you get people to go in and then fly around like birds. It's ridiculous, right? And what about breaking the sound barrier? Or rockets to the Moon? Or atomic energy? Or a mission to Mars? Science fiction, right?ºYes. Another ode to Sagan,another one from Infected Mushroomsampled from the movie Contactafter the novel by Carl SaganContact on IMDBIntelligate on Discogsº.: namaskaramba :.

º... and Bob's Our Uncle - node 23.005: Maybe LogicFrom Quantum Buddhism To Zen Mechanics* :every model we maketells us how our mind worksas much as it tells us about the universethese are just human symbolic games,the universe itself is biggerthan any of our modelsaccording to zen buddhismand quantum mechanicsany description of the universewhich leaves you outis inaccuratebecauseany description of the universeis a description of the instrumentthat you use to take your readingof the universeas the only instrument you use is your own nervous systemyou've got to include your own nervous systemin your description of the universeergo any model we make does not describe the universe;it describes what our brainsare capable of saying at this time- sampled from Robert Anton Wilson,"... the Carl Sagan of religion, the Jerry Falwell of quantum physics, the Arnold Schwarzenegger of feminism, the Helen Keller of art and music, the Nelson Mandela of white supremacists, the James Joyce of swing set assembly manuals, the Lenny Bruce of funerals, the Salvador Dali of assembly line workers ..."at least, according to Rev. Ivan Stangof The Church of the SubGenius,at 13m49s in Maybe Logic(Deepleaf Productions, 2003/07/23)* (not) to be confused with Zen Mechanics
ºclick hereto watch Maybe Logicor, in chaos to create order,click there to visit rawilson.com.to pull a Cosmic Trigger, pull this fingerBob's Our Uncle - node 23.001, click hereBob's Our Uncle - node 23.002, click hereBob's Our Uncle - node 23.003, click hereBob's Our Uncle - node 23.004, click here⊙.: amor hilaritasque et lasagna :.

"The world isn't working for everybody. Why isn't it?""Because we try to solve all the World's problems with politics."[?]by interviewer[!]by R. Buckminster Fuller
_____________________________________WAR NO MORE - VIII: Employing the Tools of Livingry

"Dear reader, traditional human power structures and their reign of darkness are about to be rendered obsolete. (...) Nature's long-term design intervenes to circumvent the shortsightedness of human individuals, corporations, and nations competing for a share of the economic pie. Fundamentally, political economists misassume an inadequacy of life support to exist on our planet. Humanity therefore competes militarily to see which political system... is fittest to survive. In slavish observance of this misassumption, humans devote their most costly efforts and resources to killingry[1] - a vast arsenal of weapons skillfully designed to kill ever more people at ever-greater distances in ever-shorter periods of time while employing ever-fewer pounds of material, ergs of energy, and seconds of time per killing."R. Buckminster Fuller, Cosmography[2]A Posthumous Scenario for the Future of HumanityRichard Buckminster Fuller aka Buckyarchitect author designer engineer
inventor philantroposopher synergist
Equipped with an uncommon sense of common sense, Bucky's intelligence only came second after his unbridled love for humanity and all (other) Life on Earth. Often, he seemed far ahead of his time, although he himself thought any avant-garde never precedes the rest of the herd any further than twenty-five years[3]. Of course, twenty-five years ahead of time does seem like quite the long yardstick along the length of an individual's life. On another shtick, when considering the long run of Life on Earth, as Bucky tended to do, a quarter century may feel like a mere blink of Life's third eye. Whatsoever seems the semantic case, Bucky understood the precious nature of time and its current availability to humanity. Growing increasingly aware of the idea that we may need to share as much of it as possible, he decided to shift his focus from personal gain and individual profit to collective wealth and reciprocal well-being. He summed this up in a sentence - a motto, if you will:
"You have to decide whether you want to make money or to make sense, because the two are mutually exclusive."
Paraphrasing the previous: making money does not make sense. Unless one owns a bank. Adding a personal variation to the theme: money does not aid trade[4] the way it ever seemed intended to do. On the contrary, our current issues with the issuing of currency[5] - its ever-declining value turning into ever-increasing debt[6], the recurring[7]monetary[8]crises[9], the accompanying normalization of greed and such - only seem to pull the rug from under our own economy by limiting trade to the purpose of hoarding money.
Adding a monetary value to money itself, feels like bringing water to the sea. Quite a similar superfluity seems involved in both processes, yet oceans do not tend to charge interest on the amount of water they loan to the land. Vicious circles turn downward spirals. The illusion of social inequivalence, a collective hallucination of societal stratification, driven by mounting financial inequity, seems to fuel the fire of warfare by feeding its flame with greed.
We allow to evaporate multiple trillions of monetary and other resources on warfare (or defense, if one prefers to bury one's head under a dune of politically correct sand) and still a majority amongst us complains about investing multiple millions in extending, for instance, our (public and outer) space exploration programs, unless we fearfully militarize such ventures, ergo: we display a tendency to divide and fight one another and destroy ourselves[10], rather than to cooperate with each other and thrive together.
Quite naturally but less logically, we repeat such familiar behavior, common to us since before the dawn of historical time. However, options less self-desctructive should not seem too hard to imagine, no less hard to realize, unless we really enjoy becoming the gorilla on our own back. Working together on constructive solutions may take more patience than devoting our time to the regurgitation of violence, but didn't we once define insanity as "doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results"? Again: if our use of sharp sticks, knives, guns, bombs, drones and independently targeting particle beam phalanxes[11] would solve our problems, we would live in a world without problems.
Instead of simply touching gloves, the friendly gesture before a fiendish fight, we should extend helping hands, to embrace our world together. Some time ago, Bucky and others saw through the redundancy of trying to solve a problem either with politics or with warfare, either by throwing money at it or by employing killingry as a sole alternative. Here and now, the time has come for the rest of us to pick up the lead and take it ...
together, as one, in peace.
· visit the Buckminster Fuller Institute, online at bfi.org
· listen to a recent BBC radio program about Bucky, online here
[1] to expand on killingry and other neologisms, click here
[2] to expand on Cosmography, click here
[3] from Fuller's Operating Manual For Spaceship Earth, ch.1, ¶3
[4] wink to Schrödinger's Cat Trilogy by Robert Anton Wilson
[5] - [11] click highlit text to expand on corresponding content

ºGreat Moments In Black HistoryThe First Black Man On The Moonclip from In Living Colortelevized during the early Nineties
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Around the same time, I did my vocal part for the Dutch language exam of my highschool graduation: a speech about Hip Hop culture in general and rap music in particular, as a conduit for the development and advancement of black (self-)awareness.
As I wouldn't know where to find a transcript of said speech, as I do not bare a darkly colored skin, as #blackhistorymonth encompasses an area of cultural heritage, contemporary contemplations and reflections, an area much wider than the individual, or, as someone else might sum all of this up in five words, as "this is not about me", I much rather share a wink and a laugh, once received with a roflcopter-mode response, and yet again here & now, combined with a planet-wide embrace.

Peace - not the word in deedbut the very path under my feet
º.: one planet one race many cultures :.

freakuently unanswered questions

? what is Satyr

! in ancient times, Satyr roamed the Eleusinian forests as the horned and horny messenger of Dionysos - the god of ritual intoxication. He mesmerized the youth of nearby villages with the musical magic of his flute, and made them dance till broad daylight.

? where is Satyr

! in our recent past, Satyr reincarnated in the concrete jungle of Amsterdam as a DJ. At age ten, he recorded his first mix, displaying his love for early hip hop and electro, and soon his tapes were in high demand. After the Second Summer Of Love, he got turned on by new dimensions of synthetic sound and ventured into the realms of acid-house, techno and trance music.

? does he still play flute

! the Panflute has become an artefact in captivity, held safe and sound in the archeological archive of the Vatican. Yet, ever since the early 1990s, up and until our common present, Satyr became increasingly skilled as a player of the SL & CDJ instruments, spinning various styles of eclectronica and edm alike, embracing a wide range of the bpm spectrum with remarkable sparkle.

Difficult to pigeonhole yet sharply focused on and specialized in ambidelic chillout, psytrance, tech trance, uptech and several kinds of steps; entertaining events for 50 to 50.000 people, by serving his spicy melange of clean cuts and dirty grooves, mixing it down and grinding it up from raw to smooth.